The End of a Good Thing - Eliza Grace

Love to be my Queens and hate to be my friend

Never be my lover, in the end, I just pretend

I know you love to make us proud

But it’s never here, and it’s never now

Maybe we keep surviving just to help us feel again

But at least you’re not a hoarder of memories, trying to cope

See the fading photographs descending, they’re not gone

When my home was in you, and your home was in me

And on a good day, I can remember and not even cry

Let’s get out of here

While I can still save you, and you can still save me

And I’m still tryin’a fix you, and you’re still tryin' to leave me

And I was trapped in a moment, buzzed on a theory

I am you, and you are me

And I still think of the night that I was burning

Outstretched by the fire in your head

And this burning bush of mine wasn’t the life I wanted

I was 19 and invincible, you were 26 and that was all

(I'm still tryin’a fix you, and you’re still tryin' to leave me)

Let’s get out of here

Let’s get out of here

While I can still save you, and you can still save me

And I’m still tryin’a fix you, and you’re still tryin' to leave me

Let’s get out of here

While I can still save you, and you can still save me

And I’m still tryin’a fix you, and you’re still tryin' to leave me